"Let's get down to business, are you here this time about the 11.7 task force?" Wang Xiangjian looked directly into Zhu Tong's eyes and asked.

"11.7 task force?" Zhu Tong understood somewhat, but now it was time to pretend to be confused.

"On November 7 last year, a task force was set up to investigate all information related to 'Miracle Doctor Li Xiang'. The direct leader of the 11.7 task force is the Anti-Crime Office."

"What a painstaking effort." Zhu Tong couldn't help but smile bitterly, as he was labeled as a gangster.

"Don't worry for now. A friend came here a few days ago and left a few bottles of good wine. You know, I rarely drink. You can take it back to Mr. Chen and Mr. Fan later and greet them for me. I will meet them soon.

Take time to go to Shanghai to visit two elderly people. Also, give two bottles to Vice Mayor Fan. He gave birth to a son last year and has been working very hard recently."

She gave birth to a baby boy successfully in November last year. Fan Laole treated her like a baby and hired three nannies. After the Spring Festival, she and the boy named Fan Siqi went to Wanghai Hospital for two days a week. Fan Xilin had

What hard work?

"Okay, I will definitely bring it." Only then did Zhu Tong come to his senses.

It turns out that I am still a brat this time, and others want to use it to attack me to make other things. The ultimate target is Wang Xiangjian and Fan Xilin. The real competition is not in Shanghai or Shandong, but above.

Thinking about it, it's no wonder that Fan Xilin searched Wan Lihou too hard. Mr. Wan, who went out first, was better off, but the unlucky Mr. Hou was tortured by Fan Xilin for a whole month before he let him go.

Presumably, the monkey's death was caused by Fan Xilin behind his back to the 11.7 task force.

"How long do we have to wait?" Zhu Tong asked. The feeling of being remembered was really uncomfortable. The thought of Wang Wenyuan secretly staring at him made him feel uncomfortable all over.

Wang Xiangjian thought for a while and said: "It could be three months at the earliest, or...if the 11.7 task force is not canceled in October, you should be prepared."

"October..." Zhu Tong frowned slightly.

October... If there is no result, he really has to leave Shanghai and run away. He believes in Wang Xiangjian, but he doesn't have much confidence in Fan Xilin. He is a master who may sell his friends at a price at any time.

"Don't be nervous." Wang Xiangjie could see Zhu Tong's inner displeasure. "He's going to quit early next year. He's just trying to gain more chips. The possibility of the big stick falling on you is very small.

"

"I understand, thank you for your concern, chief." Zhu Tong suddenly saw Wang Xiangjie pressing his temples and asked with concern: "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing, I'm a little tired." Wang Xiangjian smiled self-deprecatingly; "Time is ruthless."

"Let me give you an injection." Only then did Zhu Tong notice the white hair peeking out of Wang Xiangzhen's temples. He must be almost fifty.

"That's good. People say that 'Miracle Doctor Li Xiang' can reach the gods. I've known him for so long, but I haven't experienced it yet." Wang Xiangjie agreed with a smile.

Zhu Tong asked him to sit on the steps of the pavilion, took out the dragon star hair and stabbed it into the skin on the back of his neck.

"There seems to be no acupuncture points there." Wang Xiangji lowered his head and asked doubtfully.

"Does the chief understand medicine?" Zhu Tong gently touched Long Xinghao, and the true energy and the purple mist of the Butterfly God were being refined in the black crystal.

"Xiang Lao often gives me acupuncture and knows a little bit about it."

"It's different." Zhu Tong knew Wang Xiangji's condition clearly, and he criticized Xiang Huayi's medical skills. He also gained some insights into things that he had never understood before.

No wonder the successive presidents of Tongren Hospital were so powerful. It turned out that they all mastered a strange acupuncture technique.

Wang Xiangjian's body has become accustomed to receiving Xiang Huayi's regular conditioning. This acupuncture is also called Yi acupuncture, which can be regarded as a passive health-care technique. The advantage is that neither the acupuncturist nor the recipient of the acupuncture has to possess anything.

Internal strength skills, as long as they are implemented according to a certain program, can achieve the effect of expelling evil spirits, strengthening the body and regulating vitality.

The disadvantage is that as time goes by, the body of the recipient will become dependent on this kind of acupuncture; in a sense, it is like taking drugs. Once it stops, various problems will occur.

The person who created this acupuncture technique must be a very smart person, perhaps a doctor who turned to serve the royal family. He could use this acupuncture technique to exert an influence on the recipient of the acupuncture, making the recipient inseparable from him, thus ensuring his own safety.

You must know that in the past, doctors in China were not a profession worthy of showing off. Being an imperial doctor was a high-risk position, and there was always the risk of being buried with someone.

Of course there is no emperor now, but this kind of acupuncture has not disappeared, but is regarded as a treasure by some people; high-ranking officials like Wang Xiangjian who are qualified to enjoy acupuncture have become bargaining chips in their hands.

Aunt Die came and saw Zhu Tong nursing Wang Xiangjian, and then left quietly.

An hour passed, and Zhu Tong closed the needles.

"It's well-deserved. I feel ten years younger." Wang Xiangjian stood up and sweated profusely, but his back and legs didn't even feel sore. For him who often sits in meetings and works, this relaxing feeling has been long gone.

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Zhu Tong smiled and said nothing. He did not know how to use needles. Instead, he refined the purple mist of the Butterfly God and his own true energy in the dragon star hair to create a trace of precious purple mist, which was circulated and washed in the meridians of Wang Xiangjian's body for eighteen consecutive times.

Within a week, the influence of Yi Zhen was completely eliminated. This kind of conditioning can make Wang Xiangjian energetic and free from serious diseases for five to ten years, which is almost equivalent to receiving a marrow cleansing procedure.

"Xiang Lao may not come back, that's what I mean." Wang Xiangjian said casually.

"I got it." Zhu Tong felt a burst of gratitude in his heart. It was already very difficult for Wang Xiangjian to be able to speak to this extent.

Xiang Huayi was forced to leave by Wang Xiangjie, and the purpose was of course to protect Zhu Tong.

Another meaning is to tell Zhu Tong that the investigation against him should only be carried out to a certain extent. The other party will stop when it is appropriate to consider Wang Xiangjie and Fan Xilin who are in the rising period, and he should also stop when enough is enough.

The two of them walked towards Wang Xiangjian's residence, and a high-power off-road vehicle with no visible brand roared and parked in front of them.

The car body is covered with colorful car stickers. It can be said that there is a wolf in front and a tiger in the back, an eagle on the roof, and two bears lying on the door.

When the car door opened, no rough guy or young rocker jumped out, but a flower came back.

Zhu Tong's eyes lit up. Duohua's outfit was so ladylike. She looked like a good girl going to school. Her fashionable hairstyle was replaced by ear-length short hair, and she said to Zhu Tong with a cheerful expression on her face: "

Brother, how is my car?"

"Not bad, not bad." Zhu Tong smiled.

"It's all my own money." Duohua held Wang Xiangji's arm and said coquettishly, "Dad, don't always keep a straight face. I don't drink, I don't take drugs, and I don't associate with irrelevant people. No.

It will embarrass you."

Before Wang Xiangjie said anything, Duohua grabbed Zhu Tong's arm and walked towards the villa: "Brother, come and look at something for me."

Zhu Tong followed Duo Hua into the living room. Huang Hai was on the phone. Duo Hua made a face at him and pulled Zhu Tong upstairs.

On the second floor, in Duohua's boudoir, she showed him several recent plans from Phoenix Chat.

"Brother, I trust your vision the most. Please help me find out which one is best and suitable for me."

Zhu Tong had no choice but to look through the pages and couldn't help but draw a few big question marks in his mind. He asked: "Are these all Mr. Liao's works?"

"Yes; Teacher Liao said that the Phoenix Fund cannot be limited to the immediate achievements, but must look further. In order to expand its influence, Phoenix Talk serves as the best publicity platform..."

Following Duohua's boastful talk, Zhu Tong understood why Wang Xiangjian was distressed. Duohua's condition was indeed not right, and she was beginning to have ambitions.

Although the previous Duohua was sharp-tongued, she could not speak such smooth and elegant words; hosting is indeed a profession that can train people.

Liao Feng's plans seemed to Zhu Tong to be sensational. He used several special social events to let Duohua pour out his inner uneasiness and anger as a spokesperson for the grassroots. Those specious views and discussions were a reflection of the lack of

Judgmental teenagers may be suitable, but no nutritious solutions or suggestions are given. Apart from creating uneasiness and anger on a larger scale and making the audience feel greater life pressure, it has no meaning; it is

A force that can cause destruction without any positive meaning.

Zhu Tong closed the folder and said, "Duohua, you have changed a lot recently."

"Ha, you see?" Duohua shook her head proudly; "I am now Teacher Liao's student. Brother, I am a college student."

"Congratulations." Zhu Tong was sincerely happy for Duohua; "Where is Mr. Liao teaching now?"

"Shh..." Duohua suddenly lowered his voice; "Brother, Mr. Liao was hired as a visiting professor by the School of History of Western University last month. I asked the principal to do it, and my father didn't know yet. Haha, Duohua is awesome, right? I

Now he is a student at the School of History at Xi'an University. Dad doesn't know either."

"Duohua, you..." Zhu Tong suddenly felt that he didn't recognize the girl in front of him. Is she still the same Duohua who loves to sing folk songs?

In an institution of higher learning, the professors with the most academic status are lecturers, followed by full professors, associate professors, and then assistant professors, lecturers, and teaching assistants. Although visiting professor is only an honorary title, it requires qualification approval; because, visiting professor

Not only do you want to get a generous salary, you also have to do something.

Duohua went to find the principal of Western University... This scheming and courage is worthy of praise, but as the daughter of a provincial official, the principal must not be a kind person. However, without Liao Feng behind her back, Duohua would not be able to do anything at all.

Wouldn't think of doing this.

Auntie Die came up and asked the two of them to go down to eat.

Zhu Tong said to Duohua: "Eat first, I will stay here today. Let's talk in the evening."

Auntie Die cooked a sumptuous table of Miao dishes, and the one who enjoyed the most was undoubtedly Duohua.

Wang Xiangjian asked Huang Hai and Zhu Tong to drink, and he only had half a drink with him. He received a call in the middle, ate a few bites in a hurry, and then went to the meeting.

It can be seen from the behavior at the dinner table that Duohua Duohuang Hai is a little absent-minded. Zhu Tong noticed that Duohua looked at Huang Hai with complicated eyes several times.

After dinner, Huang Hai had something to do and had to leave first. Aunt Die advised Huang Hai to come back and accompany Duo Hua after finishing his work. Duo Hua didn't say anything, so Huang Hai left without saying anything.
Chapter completed!